There is a kind of feeling
that sought its way to the center of my being
	Not much of me does it ask
	but then, others would take me to task

It's to be as free as the bird of paradise
soar high and explore the mystical skies
	i bet there is a force to set things right
	with a shape that's amorphous, its features so bright

search i did, every inch of every place
pray i did, everyday in everyway for His grace
	realize i did, as i glanced at my face
	that i was ready for flight, ready to race.